~Peanut Chews and Arnold Palmer~
Yes! The sun is
shining. Wonder of wonders. And, it will shine through the weekend. We are promised so it has to be true. After that, things go downhill again. This report is brought to you because there are those in the UK who depend upon such things in the same way that I depend on Judy
to keep me informed. When those two start talking about sunshine instead of rain, I perk up. Hope that this does the same for Barbara
Thanks to all my Note Card Ladies. I want to apologize for forgetting about the party myself until way late. On short notice, many of you came through. Lovely photos all over the place. Susy
described finding her photos this way: Here are four I think are worthy of another spin around the dance floor.
Isn't that perfect?! So, yes, it's giving some of our photos another chance to shine. The next party is scheduled for June 20
with Mr. Linky going up the evening before. I am leaving myself a little message at the top
of my sidebar even as I lower the graphic. Edited to Add:
Being the model of efficiency I am, I closed Mr. Linky too soon. Ceekay, fresh back from Florida, hadn't had the opportunity to link up. *Her note cards are so beautiful,*
I hope that you'll have the chance to visit.
Those peanut chews were made a few days ago after reading Jill's posts
. (You'll find the actual recipe *here.*
) I am not going to spoil the story for you because it's a cute one and you'd enjoy it.
I'll hint at it instead by telling you about finding my mother elbow deep in ingredients one day shortly before Christmas 2006. She had finally found her grandmother's recipe for some treat in the bottom of her grandmother's old recipe box. The recipe had slid down and had been lost for years and years. The box itself had been lost as well.
Mother would tell us the same story every year about how her Grandmother D always made this particular treat and it was so delicious and how much she enjoyed it. It was very expensive to make having all manner of unusual ingredients. I looked around and saw pistachios, maraschino cherries, miniature marshmallows, some sort of liqueur and I've long forgotten what else.
My mother had imagined for so long how that recipe would taste and, when she finally had it all baked, I watched as she took the first bite. She chewed on it for a bit then announced that it did not live up to her memory. The end. I must have that recipe here somewhere just so I could warn you to stay away. Perhaps it's slipped to the bottom again.
So Jill tells a story about a recipe that lives in memory until...
Oh, one last thing, do you need a recipe card? Catherine Holman
offered a great one on May 10. I used it to write down the Peanut Chew recipe. Sweet!
Do all your favorite recipes live up to your memories?